"Mmmm tastes like nothing," said Much, who'd killed his taste buds with the whisky but was gonna go to town on the wine anyway. "Ooh just wait, before I drink too much," he got up and wandered past the front door, checking it was still bolted. "Aww yeah, no lecture from Stoots for us! Or Sheriff flavoured revenge," he added, like that was an afterthought, instead of the whole thought covered up by a Stutely joke. "I hope Marcie's alright. How's your nose?"